Genius is more often found in a cracked pot than in a whole one.

Just this morning I spotted the Marine Board building talking to the Hydro building. What were they saying? I'm none the wiser, as I don't speak architecture.

I did overhear an enlightening conversation on the bus this morning, that despite best efforts, I couldn't satisfactorily turn into a poem. I was able, however, to utilise my advanced note taking abilities to share with the world the genius that is the Tasmanian public servant.

"For me, I need, like, 30 minutes to get ready. Then it takes me, like, 40 minutes to walk from my girlfriend's house to, like, work. Then, like, it's another, like, 40 minutes to walk home after work. That's, like, that's, like, an HOUR every day!"

Much to my dismay, this young fellow informed his collegue that he was shifting from his present job - in the Department Education - to a new one, Treasury. May God have mercy on all of us.